waves swaying. “I dreamt of you. But I did not realize it was you, the king . . .”
And therein lay her greatest allure. He could not remember ever meeting someone who did not know who he was. But it was evident from their first exchange that she had no idea about his identity. Her interest was in him. The man, not the king. A distinction he did not realize he wanted until he saw the flame of desire in her eyes unrelated to his title or wealth.
He smiled at her and held out a hand. Her pace increased from hesitant to eager, though she stopped before him without touching him. In her eyes he saw the same battle waged ten days ago. Modesty against instinct, curiosity against restraint.
He rested his hand against her cheek and knew the passion would win. She would not understand it enough to curb it. “And what would you have done if I were my brother, and you met me again after becoming wife to the king?”
Her eyes slid shut. “I would have prayed to God for the strength to resist these things you make me feel.”
Did she know how her words made desire curl up inside him? “And would your God have granted it?”
Her eyes opened again, and now they smiled along with her well-shaped lips. “He would have. My God values covenants—he would have helped me be faithful to my husband.”
“Then let us be grateful I am your husband, so you may be faithful without resisting these things I make you feel.” He returned her smile and then, unable to help himself, leaned down to brush his lips over hers.
His own reaction he knew and expected. The surge of blood through his veins, the headiness of indulgence. It was hers that interested him more. He felt the quaver that arched her back and lifted her up onto her toes. When he anchored her with an arm around her waist, she slid one of hers around his neck, rested the other against his chest. It was an invitation he had no desire to refuse—he deepened the kiss.
She responded with a sweet hesitancy underscored by fire and even made a noise of protest when he pulled away a moment later. He gazed into her eyes, clouded now, and smiled. “I knew my impatience was well placed. I would not have wanted to wait until after the war to see you again.”
“I am glad you were insistent.” She reached up to trace the contours of his face. Her expression reflected both confusion and contentment. “I could not understand why you were, though. Even realizing who you are . . . Hegai said it was my beauty, but you have wives already more beautiful. And some of the virgins awaiting their turn with you—they are stunning.”
A laugh slipped out. “I must say, none of my wives have ever sung the others’ praises.” He kissed her again, softly. “Perhaps, were you simply standing there among them, I would not call you the most beautiful. But I knew the first moment I saw you that I must have you. You, above anyone else.”
She stroked her fingers over his beard. “Why?”
“Why?” He caught her hand, kissed it. “Because when I followed the sound of your cry and saw you in that river, there was utter rapture on your face. As if you had given yourself totally to the sensation of cold water, as if that single moment were enough to live for. I want you to feel that for me, to give yourself to me that fully. Will you do that, lovely Kasia?”
She smiled when he said her name as he had at the river. “I will. I cannot do otherwise.”
Just as he hoped. “Then when you spotted me, you leapt back onto the bank to protect your sister. You made each decision in the next few moments based upon what would benefit her and keep her safe. I want you to be so devoted, so dedicated to me. Will you promise that, lovely Kasia?”
Her smile went luminous. “I will. Even were you not you, I would pledge such loyalty to my husband. But because you are you . . . that much and more.”
Just as he wanted. “When you spoke of your father, in spite of disagreeing with some of his principles love shone in your eyes. I want you to love me as thoroughly as your husband. As a man, rather than a king. Will you give me that as well, lovely Kasia?”
She lifted her brows. “That kind of love requires time, tending, a full, open heart. But given how much I feel for you already, after so short an acquaintance . . . I think it safe to promise I will. Shall I let you know when I do?”
Ah, how quickly he had come to treasure that amused smile of hers. “Please. Do you want to know the final thing that sealed your fate?”
She looped her arms around his neck. He would not have expected such ease already, but he would not argue. “Of course.”
“You said you were a Jew proudly. I want you to be my wife as proudly, to serve me from your heart. Will you give such allegiance to both king and empire?”
Now her face hardened. Would she be surprised to know he was glad of that? Glad she stiffened in his arms? “Will I be your wife proudly? Yes. Will I take pride in what my husband accomplishes for his empire? Yes. But will I give you the same allegiance I give Jehovah? I cannot. You are my husband and king. But he is my God.”
He slid a hand into her hair and urged her head back. “Good. I would have been disappointed if you promised to give up such a crucial part of yourself. And would not have believed you, which would have cast your other oaths in doubt.”
She relaxed—until he pressed his mouth to her neck. Then her pulse kicked up, and her hands gripped the back of his robe, his hair. “So the king values honesty.”
“The king hears lies all day. From you, lovely Kasia, I want only truth. For you, I want not to be the king. Call me Xerxes, my love.”
“Xerxes.” His name sounded like music on her tongue. And when she looked into his eyes, he knew that she offered all she was.
For the first time in his life, he held a treasure all his gold could not buy. But somehow he held it anyway.
He never intended to let go.
~*~
The moment Kasia awoke she became aware of the solid arms around her, the broad chest upon which her head rested. Contentment flooded her.
Xerxes shifted onto his side and held her close, leaned down to kiss her. His kisses were like strong wine the night before, lulling her into a realm between waking and sleep, where sensation was magnified. She wished it were still night so that she could lose herself again. But reality must return with the morning light. He would have to put back on his kingly robes and attend to the many guests in the palace, the business of managing an empire. She would have to get settled into her new home among the other wives.
He chuckled against her mouth. “What thought troubles you, my love? You tensed up.”
“I am sorry.” She summoned her smile again. “It is only that I hate the thought of leaving you.”
His eyes sparkled, his lips turned up. “Perhaps the king should command the sun to reverse itself.”
She chuckled and snuggled against him. “There are some things even the king of kings cannot do.”
“Sad but true. We will be interrupted soon. And I see new worry in those captivating eyes. Tell me what it is so that I can erase it.”
The stroke of his hand on her back made her smile. “I know not
